BUY:

SYNOPSIS:

AnnieI
know where to find my happily ever after—between the pages of a romance
novel. It’s why I sell books, why I blog about them, and why I’ll never
get disappointed by love.

So what if my brother’s best friend
from high school is now a bestselling author? Or that he just blew back
into town on a Harley, filling out a pair of jeans like he never did
before? Or that he’s agreed to do a signing at my bookstore on such
short notice? Because despite all his adoring female fans, I kind of
hated his book.

WesThe last time I saw Annie Denning, she was a senior in high school, three years older than me and way out of my league. Now
I’m her last-minute date to a wedding, and what started as a night of
pure fun has turned into something more real than either of us
anticipated.

The
only problem? She wants the fairy tale—her very own happily ever
after—and anyone who’s read my book knows the truth. I just don’t
believe they exist.

EXCERPT

She took a step closer,
and he inhaled the warm scent of vanilla and, maybe, a hint of cinnamon? He’d
been too caught up in the moment to notice before. But now he began to feel
drunk, wondering if one glass of wine could knock him on his ass. But he knew
it couldn’t have. It was this woman.

He swallowed hard, his
throat suddenly dry.

“Jesus you smell good,
Annie.”

She leaned closer.
Because apparently she was trying to kill him.

“What would the line
be—if you wrote it in your book? How would you describe my scent?”

Uh, he could describe
the agony of the erection straining against his pants, but somehow he thought
she wouldn’t appreciate that.

Christ. Words. She wanted
words, now? After he told her he was blocked? But he had to prove his plan
would work, that they could use this evening—and each other—to their advantage
and neither of them be worse for the wear.

Fine. Words. The girl
wanted words, so he would deliver. “He grew drunk,” Wes said. “Drunk on the
nearness of her, on the warm, sweet scent of home. Because that’s what she was
to him. She was home. And until he kissed her, he hadn’t known what that
meant. Home wasn’t a place. It was

a state of mind. It was her,
the intoxicating scent of her skin, and his lips pressed against it.”

He hadn’t realized until
he spoke the last of it that his eyes were closed. Maybe hers were, too,
because she wasn’t saying anything. All he heard was her sharp, shallow
breaths. All he felt was his forehead pressed to hers.

How the hell did they
get here?

“I think your writer’s
block might be cured,” she whispered. “That was way more romantic than an ice

sculpture.”

Wes laughed softly. “I
don’t write romance,” he said.

“Whatever,” she
countered, but she was still smiling.

“How about your ex
situation? That cured yet, or do we want to give them more of a show?”

She cleared her throat.
“I think the jury’s still out.”

Okay. They were on the
same page—so to speak. He wanted this night, whatever ended up happening, and
Annie seemed on the verge of jumping off this cliff with him.

He straightened and took
a step back so his eyes could find hers. She chewed her bottom lip.

“One night, Annie.
Whatever you want out of this evening, I’m your guy. And when we go home
tonight—”

BUY:

SYNOPSIS:

How far will one man go for the woman he's loved since high school?

Jamie
Kingston has been Brynn Chandler's best friend since middle school.
Only once was their friendship tested—when Brynn gave Jamie a single
kiss. Since then, they've had an unspoken agreement never to cross that
line again, and she’s ready to let go of the past and move on.

But
Jamie has loved Brynn for as long as he can remember, and now that he's
ready to tell her, she has her sights set on someone else. Knowing this
is his last chance, he asks Brynn to go on a two-week road trip. But
their time alone brings old hurts to the surface, and Brynn has to
decide if the one that got away lies at the end of the journey or if
he's been by her side all along.

ABOUT AJ PINE

AJ Pine writes stories to break readers’ hearts, but don’t worry—she’ll mend them with a happily ever after. As an English teacher and a librarian, AJ has always surrounded herself with books. All her favorites have one big commonality–romance. Naturally, her books have the same. When she’s not writing, she’s of course reading. Then there’s online shopping (everything from groceries to shoes) and, of course, a tiny bit of TV where she nourishes her undying love of vampires and superheroes. And in the midst of all of this, you’ll also find her hanging with her family in the Chicago burbs.